Breb 2
Breb in the morning

We stayed in Camping Babou again today. Our second two night stop. This equates to a very relaxed schedule for us. We also all managed a lie in this morning – Flynn got his ablution walk at 7.30. By the time we returned the campsite owner had deposited a load of sourdough on the doorstep.

By nine, I’d scoffed nearly half the sourdough which meant it was time to set off on a walk. The site’s info leaflet recommended a 5k walk up to a lake which sounded like a good distance and goal in the Romanian autumn heat. We set off and were followed by the two retired sheep dogs who have made the campsite their home. The walk was pretty hot but the two of them stayed with us all the way. Flynn had been very keen that they didn’t approach his dinner yesterday but is always quite happy for any stray dogs to accompany us on a walk. 

They’re my monkeys so I should be pack leader.

The walk was long and hot and the lake wasn’t massively picturesque. Our two guides were quite surprised when Flynn threw himself into the water. The walk back was much quicker than the outwards route but all the dogs were knackered. 

Hot.

It was lunchtime when we got back and Jane made a salad from a Hungarian tomato and a Tesco mozerella. The pickle bucket – available in all good Eastern European countries – made its first appearance too.

Yum

We took the chance of some downtime to update the country stickers on Jones

Romania also available

We had a relatively staid afternoon around Jones. Playing boardgames and catching up on the news until this:

That’s a lot of rain. For those still working in Imperial, that upper bound is almost 8993 firkins per square furlong. Certainly something worth alerting every mobile phone in a ten mile radius about. Coincidentally our second today: HMG ran the emergency dog frightening test today. Anyway, we gave Flynn a quick walk then set off to the very nearest restaurant: Breb 148. All businesses in Breb seem to be named after their address.

Rain

We ordered the “local fatty platter for two” (half portion please) then “three local pork sticks” (r) and “local meat skewers (pork and beef)” (J). It was all great and the rain stopped just as they came round with complimentary home made fire water. 

​The white bits in the sausage are statins

Cheers! And Goodnight.

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